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M Harris Feb 2017
miss you
i miss you very much
my crystal tears on the ground echoing spectrum
my cancerous conscience misses you and lays ****** in your eternal love while i decay towards my retribution of infinite hate
its been 20 million years and i still feel kindred,
like petals falling! Shadows calling!
and I can only live as a shade of a ghost

all i wish is to go over days when you were close to me
Those are memories I've carried all the way
So I swear to all the angels
Should they bring you back
I would kneel and thank’em all until the end
Oh I, I miss you


to my beloved spectrum
wish you were here to end this melancholy......
JR Falk Apr 2016
Your creativity is showing me a spectrum of colors I myself had never seen,
and though overwhelming,
it's mesmerizing all the same.
The shades of your voice are enough to get me lost in the art,
the cool and warm tones of your words leave me wondering just what season it is.
Similar to the Wisconsin weather I endure daily,
so warm and embracing one moment,
nearly as cold as the deadest of winter the next.
You told me your worry about yourself because of how your mind works.
That over the last two years,
it has not mattered who we've seen,
what we've endured,
we always come back to this.
And can I just say that
I never thought I'd be in this kind of relationship.
Late night phone calls and
distanced "I love yous"
followed by confessions I fear I'll never admit once the line goes dead.
We always joked we'd marry when we were younger,
but the reality of it is becoming realer than I'd ever imagined.
Through it all, I just want you to know that
I wouldn't mind getting lost in your voice one day.
The spectrum you show me,
almost as vast as the space between you and I.
And yes, I really have thought about this-
because I consider you my best friend
And that's something no amount of distance will change.
**** this whole love thing it's really **** exhausting y'feel
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7:12am
04/05/2016
ThatSynGirl Feb 2016
I've got a block. It belongs to somebody named Writer.
I'm not getting too far in this life I'm living, either.
My head is swarming, but my pencil is dull.
I guess this **** will have to stay in my skull.
I'm not a kid, but I don't think I'm a grown up.
All of my life, I feel I've let myself be shown up.
I've got it in me. But I guess I've got some demons.
Any shine that I have, they dull it out, "yeah Syn, keep dreamin."
I face my fears, but they always seem to stay with me.
They've been my longest companions, sad reality.
There's a spectrum inside me, but I touch both ends.
I try to live my life as both, but they just cannot blend.
I wanna Rest. And if I'm lucky it'll be In Peace.
But God said to me "Syn, you're not much help deceased."
I met Kurt Cobain. Told him the feeling's mutual.
To finally mute the thoughts I know unmutable.
One of my favorites. I love this one.
Is it ever going to go away
It starts on the inside
the one that no one asks to stay
the slide I fight but still contrive

Start at zero, rise then fall
the ground keeps rising so I'll stand tall

Compulsion built by the ego's indulgence
divulging wilt's the universe's repulsion
Subconscious whims to recognize
the prime elect to analyze

Creature's time spent on watching themselves
while truth like an old toy sits upon the shelf
Define dignity by humanity's degradation
the willingness of every nation

Nuclear unanimity, will never start from the surface or the boundaries beyond
It comes from the origin within a navel energetic pond
The mind collects, stores in the belly, transforms in the heart, then comes glandular manifestation
The armistice of enmity and the achievement of a fool's paradise through all generations

What kind of light will you freeze?
What temple will you create?
Or will it all be your temple
Will you bring the stagnation of light or keep our existence in flux?
7It's time to Harmonize7
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
I always wanted a name like a color,
But then I felt bad,
Because what if the other colors got sad,
because if my name,
was to cause them pain,
I'd cry,
and wish to be wrapped,
and panted,
in a rainbows vein,
And be know as,
spectrum,
Color Spectrum.

I'll be an array,
of entities,
as light shines threw,
I will be more then the common,
and Physical Propensities,
because besides light waves,
the sea will go though me too,
and the mass and length of both,
Will not hold me down,
because I am color spectrum,
And with the rain and the sun,
I am one,
A prism.

Creating the suns rain,
into a bow of color across the sky,
red, orange, yellow, green,
fly,
blue and indigo,
will not just be colors,
to color up our sky,
and violet,
sweet violet,
will combine us,
make us one,
but we are bond,
a band,

bands of colors,
pretty to the eye,
we still hold so much more,
invisible to us,
but still with us,
because like the bands,
we are the same,
with feelings and emotions,
there,
but unseen,
until you look a little closer,
because we are a spectrum,
and that has more to do with our hearts, bodies, and minds,
then the names, looks, and colors,
we bare,
idk just something i came up with
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
As I **** the sweet
Vapors into my lungs
I contemplate his
Words to me
I want you to be lost
He said to my question
What do you want
I want you to go
And be lost
And never come back
And also, I hate you
I don't love you anymore
So much pain and hurt
For a boy of only four
Fah Jun 2015
Super imposed onto my retina
what array of images nest there

nonchalance and passion
spacial awareness and communication

other places
ethereal.
Aaron Mullin Nov 2014
For Michael, a warrior and an inspiration*

You look at me like I'm weak
I am
Weakness is bending
Not breaking
It's how I show my strength

You look at me like I'm dark
I am
Darkness is brightness
Not reflecting
It's how I show I'm light

You look at me like I'm ill
I am
Illness is health
Not refracting
I call it the illness advantage
It's a mad, mad world...
White is the promise of purity revoked.

Red is the stain of lipstick on your fifth cup of coffee.

Orange is the succession of sunset to sunrise without an ounce of sleep.

The color yellow peeks through the blinds and dances across his skin.

Green is the color that burns your lungs until you're in a haze of numb.

Blue are the eyes that haunt your consciousness and tears that stream silently down.

Purple is the Galaxy pattern of hickies and bruises littering the skin he touched.

Black is the static you hear in the moments after, when you lay panting in his arms

...just before all the color fades again in his absence.
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